Life on our new little farm is settling into a rhythm that's predictable for the horses so Whisper has begun to relax. Really really relax.
Losing evening light when Chris is home from work, there's not much time for me to ride Whisper. Instead, Ben gets all the attention while I have the kids solo.
When I sneak off to ride, Whisper's been pretty good when the train whistle isn't blowing a few miles away. How strange it is to walk up a hill to go ride, then simply walk back to my house. Wonderful doesn't quite cover it.
A horse can lend its rider the speed and strength he or she lacks, but the rider who is wise remembers that it is no more than a loan - Pam Brown
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